(Music: Alice May, Words: Alice May)
Sitting on my bed,
I'm thinking what a lovely day it could be.
If I went with them instead of staying home alone.
But when this afternoon the postman brought another letter from you,
I had that certain feeling,
I felt yesterday on the phone.
A woman feels when something's wrong.
A woman's mind is like a song.
She knows the time has come to part.
There's always one with a broken heart.
You cannot fool her anyway,
she sees you through on a certain day.
And when that day has come my friend,
it mostly means the end.
I read a magazine,
I red a hundred times, what else can I do?
The wind has changed direction,
the trees are waving me godd-bye.
Or do they try to tell me
take away those tears, don't be such a fool.
You don't have to worry,
he isn't even worth a cry.